A Slum Love Crime. (A$AP Rocky Story)

Part Tre.

It took about 20 minutes for Rakim to get to the house after Momma left. I could've watched him outside my window, but I didn't. It wasn't fun, not after what he did to me. Why did Momma have to choose him, of all people, to babysit me? I can't figure out what would make her think that he's a sufficient person to take care of me.

I'd planned on not opening the door for him when he came....come to find out that Momma gave him a spare key. What is that woman thinking?

If only my bedroom door had a lock, I would've locked myself in there and never have come out. The door was closed and I was hiding underneath the sheets, waiting for him to bust in and do something...something stupid.

The front door closed without slamming, and he called my name. I ignored him. He called a few more times, and then it got silent. He dropped something on the floor...then I could hear his heavy footsteps coming down the hallway one-by-one. He was probably wearing Timberland's. I curled up under the sheets, hiding my head and feet. The least I could do was hide.

Rakim opened my door slowly, letting in extra light from the hallway. I held my breath, as if he could hear me breathing.

"Tremaine," he whispered. I didn't reply. "You can hide if you want, either way I'm getting paid."

He was right. Whether I came out or not didn't make a difference in his life. It would actually make his time here better; he wouldn't really have to do anything. That should seem like the best way to go, shouldn't it? Easy for him, easy for me, everybody's happy.

But then a better idea clicked. I'll make him work.

I pulled the sheets off me and sat up in the bed. He was standing there in a black hat, a gray sweatshirt, and as I guessed, Timberland's. His face wasn't as serious as it was last night. It wasn't peaceful, but definitely not mean-looking like before. I didn't know what to say to me, so I just looked at him look at me.

"What's up?" Rakim asked softly. I shrugged my shoulders. "You alright?"

"Besides the sore feeling on my butt from getting a beating last night, yeah, I'm cool." I said sarcastically, feeling good while saying it too. He sighed.

"Look, I'm not gonna say sorry for what I did, because you deserved it. So don't ask for that. Just tell me what you usually do around now."

I would've told him I'm usually at school, but that would be a waste of breath. There's no way I can be at school now, unfortunately. On weekends, I usually watch 'Good Times', but they only play that show on Saturday and Sunday. I was stumped.

"I don't know. This is my first actual suspension. I don't know what to do." I said glumly. Rakim motioned for me to get up off the bed. I did as he requested, and followed him out of my room and to the living room.

"Sit down on the couch and watch TV while I make you breakfast." He ordered.

"We ain't got no TV. Momma ain't pay the bill yet."

He looked at the cable box, which still had its little four green dashes where the time was supposed to be, and told me to still sit on the couch. I sat down on the plastic covers and winced at the rubbery sound they made. Rakim went to the kitchen to see about food.

So far, this wasn't going too bad. But I couldn't forget the fact that I still hated him. He was annoying and bossy. Although, was it really necessary to hold a grudge that long? All he had been doing was looking out for me.

Yes, it was. Why? Because Justin saw when he dragged me away from the party. He laughed at me; Rakim caused that.

"What are you making me? There's barely any food in there." I called to him.